Stronger Than Ever Δ SPN [3]

005. "I KILLED HITLER"

Dean is sitting in the kitchen when Sam and Libby walk in with groceries.

"Hey. Got everything on the list. So, what are we thinking, scrambled or fried?" Sam asks, putting the bags on the counter.

"I only eat scrambled." Libby reminds, sitting on a stool at the counter.

"Right." Sam nods, tapping her nose.

"I'm not really hungry right now." Dean says. Sam and Libby both turn to him with identical puzzled looks.

"Y-you're not that..." Sam opens a box and shows off a pie. "how about some pie?"

"Maybe later. Kind of in the middle of something." Dean says.

"I'll take some pie." Libby says, reaching out for it.

"Ah." Sam slaps her hand away from the box. "Eggs first." He tells her making her pout. She shows him puppy dog eyes. "No." Sam diverts his lines of vision to Dean, putting a hand over Libby's face to block the puppy dog eyes out.

"Uncle De." Libby whines, turning to him.

"Listen to your dad, sweetheart." Dean tells her, still not looking up from the laptop.

"Traitor." Libby mumbles, getting up and leaving the kitchen. Dean always gets her pie.

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The five walk into an antique shop, looking around.

"All right, I'm guessing that's the first victim." Sam says, pointing to a pile of ash.

"Scrooge McDuck lady?" Dean asks.

"Yeah." Sam nods.

"Which makes this the antiques dealer." Dean finds another ash pile.

"Yeah. Name was Marvin Brickle. Widower. Owned the shop for decades." Sam says.

"No sulfur." Dean states.

"Ditto EMF." Sam says, putting the machine up.

"Maybe hex bags?" Dean suggests.

"Yeah, or, uh, you know... antique shop, full of old stuff. Maybe the guy got his hands on a cursed object... and it went haywire, started killing everybody." Sam says.

"Yeah, wouldn't be the first time." Dean says.

"Right." Sam say, getting on the computer. Dean and Libby go upstairs to the second floor, looking around.

Dean knocks over a ship and both him and Libby try to stand it back up and fix it, making it look like nothing happens.

"Dean... dude..." Sam says.

"Don't say it." Dean says.

"May-maybe let's not touch anything until we figure out if this stuff wants to kill us or not?" Sam suggests.

"Yeah, I got it." Dean says.

"Baby?" Sam calls.

"Yeah, honey, it's all good." Dean jokingly remarks.

"Funny." Sam deadpan. "Libs?"

"Got it." Libby calls down, following Dean around.

"Idiots." Ophelia quietly laughs.

Dean finds a hidden door.

"Sam, I think I found something." Dean says.

"It looks like the victims were meeting about an antique pocket watch the night they died." Sam states.

"Pocket watch?" Dean asks.

"Yeah, according to Marv's hard drive. It-it looks like he was conducting... an entire underground business, uh, catering to, uh..." Sam talks as Dean opens the hidden door, him and Libby walking in.